Temptation

You see it. You see that one momentary thing that reaches out. Good or bad, what does this thing do. I can tell you, it makes you feel something warm inside, a wanting in the grabbing sense of the moment.

Why are you so tempted by this so called, object. It gives a bright day, it gives a sense of recover, it gives some other sense than the anguish of being alive around the massing public you deem, unimportant. But, you are tempted by this object to do anything, to do something, to do good or bad by your own terms of right and wrong.

So ... how is this temptation any bother to the outside world? Do you know what it could do. Probably not. You probably don't even give a fuck what the consequences of this obsession of this object could do to the vast area that takes the repercussions of these action you have, been tempted to fulfill.

In you're head, this thought crosses your mind:

Frankly, I'm tempted to ask why? Why should I bother to take a look around when my faith has no reasons to save or to hurt, by terms i deem fit. Am I arrogant in that manner, that I want to wish for a place of peace and give my heart, body and soul for this object? Maybe someone would die, maybe a child would cry, maybe the rivers of blood would rush through me as quickly as a trail of tears or a party full of tea.


But as this thought crosses, its just a barrier from the truth, that this object is tempting you further to dilute into just another figure for the records of the public world. You'll bow on thy knees, hold hands to a prayer, reach out with a remote and decide to take a life for the gift of a peaceful slumber. Maybe in return I'll smoke a little and fall to the ground for my blissful reality.

So tempted, but the facts of the blind, someone is hurt by your faithful interpretation of a good thing. Think about having common sense, if you don't mind.

- ... SA